I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
My Thoughts :
This is a beautiful poem conveying the purest form of Love. It’s quite easy to adhere a liking to anyone who is pretty, but when ‘true’ love gets ignited a lover may require no such reason – and Pablo was that kind of lover!
His wordings make’s me feel that, no matter whatever imperfections or flaws could possibly be in a person – one can still never be less completely in Love. – I guess what made him wildly affectionate with her, could be her unique godly way of love towards him or perhaps her inner goodness or may be both.
Ironically, he claims he is unaware of the reason why he is in love… that’s when the poem gets more interesting to me. Because I admittedly believe; a ‘true’ love has to be that way – where no logic or facts need to get reckoned.
The last line is such an endearment, as he says ‘when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close’ – an entwining oneness between two passionate lovers!
What an absolute sense of romanticism …